oh blogs
so one of my coworkers. brian. has a blog. it may quite possibly be one of my favorite blogs ever.
http://texasbrian.blogspot.com/
here is an excerp from his blog, not for the week hearted
The World According To Me
I'm tired. SO tired.
Tired of outdated rules and regulations, of selectively enforced morality, of the direction this country is headed in under its current "leadership," if you can call it that.
With that said, I propose a new set of rules that would make for a more tolerable society -- at least for me.
1. GET OUT OF MY WAY.
If you happen to be sharing the roadway with me, then I expect you to be courteous. In my book, that means, very simply, getting out of my way. Your 1982 lime green Daewoo car spewing smoke out of the back while you're doing 40 mph on an interstate is not only a danger, but it pisses me off. Your 40 is blocking my 80. Get the hell out of the left lane! It's for passing only. And don't pull that "speed limit" crap on me. Unless you're a cop, take off your Wal-Mart plastic police badge and quit "enforcing" the law. If you ARE a cop, then ticketing me doesn't deter me; an empty car makes me slow down. Put decoy cars out if you want, but go do some real work like, I don't know, stopping murders and things like that. Let me have my 70 in a 55.
2. IF YOU USE MYSPACE.COM, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY A LOSER.
Get a life.
3. DO NOT BE RUDE IN PUBLIC.
I don't care if it's the Gas-N-Gulp around the corner, the mall, your kid's school or a coffee shop -- NEVER, EVER be an ass in public. I don't care if you're having the worst day of your life
or you want a refund thisverydamnedminute. Being an ass in public is never accetpable. If you do it as a restauarant, you deserve whatever the cooks do to your food afterward. If you bitch at a retail store, fucking shop online next time. If you can't be decent to people in public, you don't deserve to be there.
4. DRESS FOR YOUR SIZE. AND COVER IT UP.
Guys: I'm so fucking sick of seeing your boxers randomly. I don't know you that well. Girls, if I know what kind of thong you have on or if your belly button is pierced, then something is wrong. I don't want to see that shit! COVER IT UP! Clothes are supposed to COVER up your nasty ass nakedness (or just your nasty ass). No more cheeks hanging out in public, oceans of cleavage threatenening to swalllow up innocent bystanders, no more underage lovehandles overflowing low-rise jeans like a muffin outgrowing its pan. Jesus.
5. VOTE DEMOCRATIC.
Otherwise, you automatically become a goatfucker. Unless you're an arrogant multimillionaire soulless asshole, you have NO BUSINESS voting Republican. I don't care if you're the most holy-roller-NASCAR-loving-Natty-Light-drinkin redneck, the GOP doesn't give a fuck about anyone that isn't rich. They just sell you things like abortion, guns, and gay rights issues to get your vote. When's the last time they did anything for YOU? They're too busy giving themselves raises, giving their rich buddies tax cuts and sending kids off to die for oil.
6. GET RID OF YOUR FUCKING SUV'S.
OK, soccer moms. You're not driving a CAR. I don't care how it feels. It's a sports utility vehicle. It it closer to tank than car, and chances are you are doing a shitty job of "driving it," clipping curbs of innocent shopping centers all over suburbia and driving across lanes as if the white lines were just mere suggestions. Go get a nice, safe Volvo. And quit having so many fucking kids. Which brings me to my next point...
7. QUIT HAVING SO MANY FUCKING KIDS.
As if the line at the DMV isn't long enough. Schools are bursting at the seams. Whole countries are overpopulated, cities are filled with traffic, orphanages all over are packed, and you feel necessary to add another person to the planet. Thanks. And no, your baby isn't cute. All babies look alike. And baby showers -- WTF? People are supposed to give you gifts because you know how to fuck? Next they'll be giving you gifts because you know how to pee.
which then leads to a number 8 from a previous post:
The mall is NOT your babysitter
Every weekend, you'll find packs of kids as young as 12 or so, in groups, being jerks, yelling, cussing, making out, and just being annoying in general. I find it appalling that any sane parent would simply drop their kids off like that, like the mall is some sort of holding pen. What's worse, is that there is a real danger even to those "good kids" -- unaccompanied youngsters could get kidnapped, etc.I think any parent who drops a kid off at the mall is just an idiot. You bad parents: you know who you are. , right winger, suv driving mothers, mall rat, bitch, or myspacer.
thats pretty much sums up how i feel.
but now i am off to sleep to wake up tomorrow.
to take a test, then a lecture, then work:
thursday: 1-8
friday: 12-5 (at least)
saturday: 12-9
sunday: 9-7
monday: 2-8
then tuesday, wed, thursday class.
tuesday is my doll critique. yeah right, when am i going to find time to shoot?
http://texasbrian.blogspot.com/
here is an excerp from his blog, not for the week hearted
The World According To Me
I'm tired. SO tired.
Tired of outdated rules and regulations, of selectively enforced morality, of the direction this country is headed in under its current "leadership," if you can call it that.
With that said, I propose a new set of rules that would make for a more tolerable society -- at least for me.
1. GET OUT OF MY WAY.
If you happen to be sharing the roadway with me, then I expect you to be courteous. In my book, that means, very simply, getting out of my way. Your 1982 lime green Daewoo car spewing smoke out of the back while you're doing 40 mph on an interstate is not only a danger, but it pisses me off. Your 40 is blocking my 80. Get the hell out of the left lane! It's for passing only. And don't pull that "speed limit" crap on me. Unless you're a cop, take off your Wal-Mart plastic police badge and quit "enforcing" the law. If you ARE a cop, then ticketing me doesn't deter me; an empty car makes me slow down. Put decoy cars out if you want, but go do some real work like, I don't know, stopping murders and things like that. Let me have my 70 in a 55.
2. IF YOU USE MYSPACE.COM, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY A LOSER.
Get a life.
3. DO NOT BE RUDE IN PUBLIC.
I don't care if it's the Gas-N-Gulp around the corner, the mall, your kid's school or a coffee shop -- NEVER, EVER be an ass in public. I don't care if you're having the worst day of your life
or you want a refund thisverydamnedminute. Being an ass in public is never accetpable. If you do it as a restauarant, you deserve whatever the cooks do to your food afterward. If you bitch at a retail store, fucking shop online next time. If you can't be decent to people in public, you don't deserve to be there.
4. DRESS FOR YOUR SIZE. AND COVER IT UP.
Guys: I'm so fucking sick of seeing your boxers randomly. I don't know you that well. Girls, if I know what kind of thong you have on or if your belly button is pierced, then something is wrong. I don't want to see that shit! COVER IT UP! Clothes are supposed to COVER up your nasty ass nakedness (or just your nasty ass). No more cheeks hanging out in public, oceans of cleavage threatenening to swalllow up innocent bystanders, no more underage lovehandles overflowing low-rise jeans like a muffin outgrowing its pan. Jesus.
5. VOTE DEMOCRATIC.
Otherwise, you automatically become a goatfucker. Unless you're an arrogant multimillionaire soulless asshole, you have NO BUSINESS voting Republican. I don't care if you're the most holy-roller-NASCAR-loving-Natty-Light-drinkin redneck, the GOP doesn't give a fuck about anyone that isn't rich. They just sell you things like abortion, guns, and gay rights issues to get your vote. When's the last time they did anything for YOU? They're too busy giving themselves raises, giving their rich buddies tax cuts and sending kids off to die for oil.
6. GET RID OF YOUR FUCKING SUV'S.
OK, soccer moms. You're not driving a CAR. I don't care how it feels. It's a sports utility vehicle. It it closer to tank than car, and chances are you are doing a shitty job of "driving it," clipping curbs of innocent shopping centers all over suburbia and driving across lanes as if the white lines were just mere suggestions. Go get a nice, safe Volvo. And quit having so many fucking kids. Which brings me to my next point...
7. QUIT HAVING SO MANY FUCKING KIDS.
As if the line at the DMV isn't long enough. Schools are bursting at the seams. Whole countries are overpopulated, cities are filled with traffic, orphanages all over are packed, and you feel necessary to add another person to the planet. Thanks. And no, your baby isn't cute. All babies look alike. And baby showers -- WTF? People are supposed to give you gifts because you know how to fuck? Next they'll be giving you gifts because you know how to pee.
which then leads to a number 8 from a previous post:
The mall is NOT your babysitter
Every weekend, you'll find packs of kids as young as 12 or so, in groups, being jerks, yelling, cussing, making out, and just being annoying in general. I find it appalling that any sane parent would simply drop their kids off like that, like the mall is some sort of holding pen. What's worse, is that there is a real danger even to those "good kids" -- unaccompanied youngsters could get kidnapped, etc.I think any parent who drops a kid off at the mall is just an idiot. You bad parents: you know who you are. , right winger, suv driving mothers, mall rat, bitch, or myspacer.
thats pretty much sums up how i feel.
but now i am off to sleep to wake up tomorrow.
to take a test, then a lecture, then work:
thursday: 1-8
friday: 12-5 (at least)
saturday: 12-9
sunday: 9-7
monday: 2-8
then tuesday, wed, thursday class.
tuesday is my doll critique. yeah right, when am i going to find time to shoot?